To be fair, he hadn't exactly meant to. Maxwell had fully intended to push back into the fray - he had been among those supposed to run - or to move back at least. But he'd gotten distracted, and was still studying the dancing flames above his own head when Shepard suddenly reappeared.

A good thing she was on his side.

Attention ripped from the marker, he looked after her, glanced back the Cornucopia, then sprinted in her tracks. Drawing even a few beats later.

"Not too far!" he shouted across to her, double-taking slightly when he spotted the face slack in the nape of her neck. "Is he alright?"